Circus Craziness!
To Red Witch: Hooray! You're back! Things were pretty boring without you around. Oh yeah, I read the new story and loved it! I feel sorry for Kelly…NOT!!! And don't forget to review Chapter 7! I'm glad you liked the new chapter! Here's a brand new one, chock full of insanity for you! Enjoy!
To Raliena: I'm glad you liked the chapter! I've been suffering from a slight case of writer's block when it comes to this story. Anyway, here's more madness for you! Enjoy!
To Sparky Genocide: For some reason, I can imagine Kyle and Toshi doing a clown act and letting it degenerate into another one of their classic trademark arguments. Anyway, thanks for the suggestion and here's hoping you enjoy this new chapter chock full of insanity.
It's Profile Time Again! (Crowd hoots, hollers, cheers, screams, chants, and claps. Some hold up signs) This time, we take a look at a Joe who feels comfortable when in disguise, he's their resident undercover expert, Chuckles!
Chuckles
Real Name: Philip M. Provost
Affiliation: Army
Rank: Sergeant
Primary Military Specialty: Criminal Investigations Division
Secondary: Military Specialty: Intelligence
Birthplace: Little Rock, Arkansas
Bio: Chuckles got his start in undercover work as an investigator for the Southeaster Insurance Group based in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. From there, he went on to the U.S. Army, and their CID (Criminal Investigations Division). Chuckles has been involved in so many undercover assignments that they can't all be kept track of.
Chuckles' biggest assets are his quick wit, imagination, and his natural likeability. He is very dedicated to maintaining his cover when on missions that he's been known to do it for months. He is easily identifiable by his large size, bright blond hair and his loud Hawaiian shirts, which deceive people into believing that he could not do any good as an undercover operative.
Chapter 9: Preparation Continues!
Inside the Wrangling Brothers Circus tent
"Rahne, what are you doing?" Ace asked the mutant lycanthrope. The Scottish girl was snapping pictures with a digital camera.
"Ye know how I write Moira every day, right?" Rahne asked. Ace nodded.
"Yeah, Wolf-girl. Every day I see you behind your laptop sending e-mail to them. Usually with pictures."
"Aye." Rahne smiled. "I wonder how Moira would like to see pictures of the circus."
"Especially since her little wolf cub is going to perform at a circus." Ace joked. "Picture it, Rahne…" Ace gestured in the air, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Your name in lights…yes…I can see it now…Rahne Sinclair…You'd rule Hollywood…as the world's premiere horror actress." Ace burst out laughing. Rahne rolled her eyes.
"Ye are a jerk, ye know that?" Rahne mock groaned, giving Ace a joke punch in the arm. She knew Ace was only joking.
"Seriously Wolf-girl, I think ol' Moira would be amazed. I mean, you wear a lot of hats…Superhero…Circus performer…" Ace added.
"Speaking of performing, what're ye doing?" Rahne grinned.
"Well, I'm doing a lion-tamer skit with Jack. It's going to be so funny." Ace laughed. "You won't believe what they got Kyle and Toshiro doing."
"What?"
"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!" Kyle exclaimed, stomping by. The hot-headed Boston native was dressed like a clown, complete with oversized shoes, ridiculously-colored costume, and the greasepaint. "The Thunderbolt looks like Randy Orton first thing in the morning!"
"I think you asked for that, Kyle." Ace chuckled. He and Rahne were trying to hold back snickers.
"Oh yeah." Rahne agreed.
"If Kyle and Toshi were going to act like clowns, then I figured they should be clowns." Theresa walked up. "Getting pictures, Rahne?"
"For me scrapbooks and for Moira." Rahne grinned.
"I look most undignified in this clothing." Toshiro grumbled.
"Yeah, you look like Triple H, big nose." Kyle laughed, pointing at the fake red nose Sunfire had on his face. "No, your nose is smaller."
"You resemble Randy Orton in that make-up." Toshi shot back.
"This is all your fault, you loudmouth!" Kyle snapped.
"Blaming yourself, I see. Typical of you, gaijin." Toshi smirked. With a roar, Kyle tackled Toshiro, and the two mutants started wrestling and throwing punches, yelling at each other. Meanwhile, the Dazzler was dealing with her own troubles.
"Longshot! Athena!" Ali screamed. "Get me down! This is not funny!" She was tied to a large moving wheel. "I'm getting dizzy and I'm scared of being impaled! Longshot, I swear, if you do not get me down right now, you'll get a light laser to that pretty face of yours!"
"Ali, you're tied as a safety precaution." Longshot sighed, polishing his daggers.
"You call this a safety precaution?!"
"Relax, Alison. If Longshot stabs you, it's accidental." X23 shrugged. Ali shot the Wolverine clone a glare.
"You are a regular master when it comes to comforting people, you know that?" Ali said in a deadpan manner.
"I try." Athena shrugged.
"Ali, relax. Spiral and I did this all the time. And if I can safely do this with a multi-armed girl, I can handle you." Longshot reassured. "Besides, I'm a pro."
"You are nuts! Get me down! I'm serious!" Ali exclaimed. As Ali pleaded to be let down from her so-called "predicament", John and Jack were preparing for their own acts.
"400…" John pumped a 600-pound barbell. "401…402…403…"
"I am impressed." The strongman blinked.
"Thank superhuman strength." John laughed, flexing his arm. "Hey Beast King, what're you up to?"
"Refining my one-man animal act, dude. Check it out!" Jack turned into a lion, roared and reared back, turning into a horse. He whinnied and ran around a bit, then leapt into the air once. He turned into a kangaroo on his landing and jumped again, changing shape again into an eagle. He flew around a bit, then went into a dive bomb. Just when he was about to hit the ground, he shifted into a cheetah, who broke into a run. He slowed down and turned back into human form. "How was it, dudes?" John and the strongman clapped.
"How does he do that?" The strongman asked.
"Jack's mutation allows him to alter his molecular structure to match any animal." John shrugged. "That's why he's known as Beast King."
"I'm a total King of Beasts, dude." Jack grinned proudly.
"You're also the King of Surfer Bums." John chuckled.
"Hey!" Jack pouted.
Well, looks like the insanity will just keep on going! What else are the West Coast Misfits doing to prepare for their acts? What are the Circus of Crime up to? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
